| My white bicycle | |
| My white bicycle | |
| Riding all around the street | |
| Four o'clock and they're all asleep | |
| I'm not tired and it's so late | |
| Moving fast everything looks great | |
| My white bicycle | |
| My white bicycle | |
| See that man, he's all alone | |
| Looks so happy but he's far from home | |
| I ring my bell, smile at him | |
| Then I kick over his garbage bin | |
| My white bicycle | |
| My white bicycle | |
| The rain comes down but I don't care | |
| The wind is blowing in my hair | |
| Seagulls flying in the air | |
| My white bicycle | |
| Policeman shouts but I don't see him | |
| They're one thing I don't believe in | |
| To find some charge but it's not leavin' | |
| They lift both hands, his head in disgrace | |
| Shines no light upon my face | |
| Through the darkness, we still speed | |
| My white bicycle and me | |
| My white bicycle | |
| My white bicycle | |
| My white bicycle | |
| My white bicycle |